I was forced to close my own eyes, my hands gripping the railing so tightly that I was afraid I was leaving dents in the iron.
“Please,” he whined. “Sage…my omega needs you.Ineed you.Please.”
It was absurd. I was an omega. The most stereotypical omega between all the dragons here in town. But hearing those words made me feel…well, more like I supposed an alpha would. The thought of Dexter —myDexter— dripping forme…
“Fuck,” I growled out, my voice hitting a lower register than I thought myself capable of. “That’s it. We’re leaving. I’m not doing this here.”
Dexter groaned. “But we are doing this? You promise?”
There wasn’t enough willpower in the world to stop me from giving in. I’d wanted Dexter for what felt like my whole life. Even if some rational part of me worried that he would regret this, that he would hurt me like he had a century earlier, I couldn’t find it in me to say no.
Instead, I took his hand and turned to lead him down the hallway. “We’re doing this,” I replied softly. I wasn’t sure that he’d hear me over the loud music, but I added, “I promise.”
We made it outside and the cooler night air did very little to cool my building need for Dexter. In my hand, his own skin still felt hot, but as giant reptiles who breathed fire, I reveled in the warmth. I wanted to bask in it.
“Sage,” he murmured, sounding wrecked, “please don’t tell me we have to go all the way home. I don’t think I’ll make it.”
At first, I thought he was exaggerating, but when I turned to tease him, he was squirming and a deep pink flush had worked its way over his cheeks and down his neck, disappearing under the collar of his shirt. His eyes almost seemed glazed now, and the hand not held in mine was pressed down low on his abdomen.
“It…itaches, Sage.”
I felt my jaw drop in surprise.
“Dex,” I breathed, “you’re in heat.”
He shook his head. “I can’t be. I…I don’t have…”
An alpha.He didn’t finish the sentence, but I heard the words anyway and they made my heart hurt.
For all that I loved him and had been in love with him for centuries, he hadn’t exactly been wrong when he’d said that an omega can’t give another omega what they need.
Still…
“Bee and Eric did say that with the way we’ve been playing with The Magic and releasing alphas all over the place, unmated omegas might start getting heat cycles again.” It was a cold comfort repeating my brothers’ words when, in my fantasies,I wanted to be the reason for his sudden heat. I wanted to be his fated mate. I wanted to have a hidden alpha side, so I could satisfy him and breed him the way his biology demanded.
His eyebrows furrowed, but he nodded slowly, then grimaced. “Naturally, my omega would be the first to go into spontaneous heat without a mate. Further punishment for…oh, Gods, Sage, it hurts.” We were walking towards my Jeep, but his steps faltered and he gasped, his cheeks turning a darker shade under the moon’s silvery light. “And there’ssomuch slick. I can’t…it feels—”
“Is everything all right?” Sergio’s mellow voice came from behind us, and I turned to find his own handsome face scrunched with concern. He looked Dexter over, his frown deepening. “Are you in pain?”
“He’s in heat,” I answered gently when Dex only seemed able to whimper, “and it sounds really uncomfortable.”
Sergio’s frown deepened and he hurried closer, wrapping his arm around Dexter’s middle on his other side. Releasing Dex’s hand, I followed Serge’s lead, and within seconds we had Dex’s weight supported between us.
My arm felt as though it was burning where it was stretched along Dex’s broad back, and goosebumps erupted over my flesh when it brushed against Sergio’s arm beneath it.
“Oh my God,” Dexter moaned, “that feels good.”
“What does?” I shared a glance with Sergio over the top of his head, feeling myself blush at how indecent Dex sounded.
“Both of you touching me. Holding me. I need…I…I needmore, Sage.”
I nodded. “We’re going to get you somewhere more comfortable and private, andthen—"
“Both of you,” he interrupted. “I need more ofboth of you. My omega needs…” Trailing off, he shuddered. “Shit. Just the thought…I…I almost came.” His confession came out strangled, but I couldn’t work out if he was embarrassed or just that far gone in his heat. When he craned his neck to look my way, I noticed tears trickling down his cheeks. “Please, Sage?”
Fuck. How was I supposed to say no to that? Especially when the idea of being with the pair of them was a fantasy I’d recently started entertaining myself.
I shared another meaningful glance with Sergio, who hadn’t said a word through all of this. With my eyes locked on the older man’s, I answered, “I’m good with that if Serge is.”
